88Stallions in the
corralPart 3 - Draft PoniesBy TechieStallions in the corral Part 3 Draft ponies

In the morning when I awoke I discovered Techster waiting for
me with a broad smile on his face and his erection like a large tent pole
holding up the blanket. I mounted him and gave us both a good ride.
After the ride I helped my pony boy to his feet and led him down to the
cool spring fed pond near the campsite. I washed us both then we sauntered
back to the camp for breakfast. My pony was acting very frisky nibbling
at my ears and neck and rubbing my butt, backs and legs with his head so
I put him in the corral and switched the fence on. I stoked up the fire
unfolded the cooking grate and soon the aroma of bacon and sausages was
heavy in the cool morning air.

After a heavy rustling in their tent Jenine led her pony to the
pond for their morning bath. By the time they returned I had breakfast
ready.We sat and ate while feeding our ponies. After breakfast Jenine and
I dressed out in our work clothes, long-sleeve shirt, blue jeans, a wide
brimmed western hat and tall leather boots. Jenine and I would be cutting
and clearing the brush and trees to make a wide clear path to the spring-fed
pond near the campsite. I put the sun tan lotion on Techster, being extra
careful to cover his cock, shoulders and butt. I put the gag-bridle on
my Techster pony and tied the reins off to a tree.

I fired up the chainsaw and cut a small tree down. Then I cut
it in half and using the nylon rope lashed the piece horizontally between
2 trees at about 4 feet off the ground.
"What's that for?" Jenine asked.
"Hitching post." I explained as I led Techster over to it. I
tied a short piece of the line to the hitching post, had my stallion pony,
Techster, bend over with his neck against the rail, wrapped three turns
around his neck and tied the remaining end off to the rail.
"I like him that way." I said as I laid the crop across his butt.
"It shows off his cute ass and exposes him for what torment I may offer."
I grabbed the chainsaw and began cutting trees.

Jenine tied her pony to the hitching post, grabbed the axe and
machette. In a few minutes she joined me clearing brush and limbing the
fallen trees between our campsite and the pond. After about an hour I began
tying the tree trunks and small brush into separate bundles. I said to
Jenine, "Its time to put our ponies to work. Let me put on the proper gear.
You know the sexy Dom look." I undressed, except for the boots, put on
sunscreen and slid my favorite clit clip in place. Jenine took time to
admire the crystals and the way they sparkled. Soon she undressed too the
reins and put Jerry to work
The ponies perked up as we approached, "OK boys, time to get
to work."

I put a white hat with on Techster to keep his balding head from
getting sunburned. Jenine unhitched Jerry and led him to a medium sized
bundle of brush, while I led Techster to a large tree trunk. He took one
look at it and shook his head, "NO!" I picked up the buggy whip and the
riding crop, snapped the crop across his but and said, "Oh Yes!"
Techster nodded Yes and turned around so I could attach his harness
to the tree trunk.
I straddled the tree trunk, wiggled his reins, popped him on
the back with the whip and he struggled to move the heavy burden. It took
him several tries to get the heavy load moving so I gave him some inspiration
with the whip. Soon the heavy tree trunk was sliding along up the trial
to the campsite. Techster in spite of his 60 plus years and slight senior
tummy looked like a young stud sweating and puffing as he strained to keep
the load moving. The muscles on his legs and back stood out as his sweaty
back glistened in the morning sun.

When we reached the campsite I unhitched him and led him back
for another load. Jerry was still struggling with the small brush bundle.
I hitched Techster up to the largest bundle of brush and said, "You will
beat them to the campsite." I jiggled his reins, and with multiple snaps
of the buggy whip inspired him to get the load moving and pass Jenine and
Jerry as they struggled up the trail. As we passed them I could hear two
things, First, was Techster laughing to himself as the 60 year old pony
passed the 30 year athletic pony. The second thing I heard was Jenine's
whip snap again and again as she gave Jerry even more "inspiration". Techster
must have decided to make it a contest. As soon as I unhitched the large
bundle of brush from his draft lines he turned and was heading back for
another load.

We trotted down the hill and before Jerry and Jenine reached the
drop off area near the campsite we were on the way up the hill with a section
of a large tree that must have weighed 300 pounds. Techster had figured
how to use his superior weight to get the load moving. He would back up
until the draft lines were loose then lunge forward with a snap and keep
going until he got to the drop off place. I know Techster was enjoying
playing draft pony and I think he has hit that "subspace" endorphin high
where he was actually enjoying the slap of the whip across his back and
butt.

We must record the "battle of the ponies" I thought as I dragged
the camcorder out of the tent and set it up on camp table under a pack
of dishes so no one would notice it. I locked the record button, picked
up the whip and "encouraged" my pony to go back for another load. At the
brush pile I hooked my Techster pony up to another tree trunk. A snap of
the whip as hit Techster's butt and we were off again. Techster charged
forward and snapped the large tree trunk into movement. His boots churned
up the packed earth as he strained forward. As we went up the hill on our
third load we passed Jenine and her pony who were returning from their
first load. I could hear Jenine getting frustrated with her pony's
performance. She expressed her displeasure with a crack from the spring
steel reinforced leather tawse she had against Jerry's red butt. The slip
knots were loosed and Techster was freed to pick up another load.

When we returned to the loading zone I used the reins and steered
Techster into the pond.. I rubbed in and rubbed his head and legs with
the cool water. He bent over and took a long drink in spite of his gag/bridle.
Refreshed he charged out of the water and up the slope. He waited patiently
as I hooked up another load. The whip stung his ass. He charged up
the hill pulling a load that was larger than any before. By the time he
reached the campsite he looked back at the large log and smiled. I was
enjoying my "Dom" outfit and was getting horny as the movements of the
chains and jewels that were attached to the clit clip were teasing me with
every step.

The brush pile was down to only 1 very large bundle of branches.
Techster trotted to it and waited to be hooked up, With a snap of the whip
he was off. In just a few minutes we reached the top of the trail. "OK
my ponyboy, the job is done time to remove your harness." I said as I got
two pairs of handcuffs out of the tent. I unlocked his hands and allowed
him to stretch while I unlocked, slid the straps out of the steel ring
around his balls-cock and removed his harness. Then I ordered, "Hands in
front." Techster stood there as first I cuffed his hands together, palms
out and then snapped the other cuff set around his anatomy between his
cock/balls and his body the I locked the remaining cuff to the chain between
the pair of cuffs that were locked around his wrists. Lastly I pushed the
safety pins on the cuffs around his wrists and cock and removed his head
piece and bridle/gag.

I covered his back with 15 sunscreen and using the leash that
was still attached to the ball stretcher led him over to the hitching post.
He bent over as I took a short piece of rope and draped it over his neck.
I walked around in front of him took the rope ends under the bar and tied
them behind his head. Finally before I walked off I locked his ankle hobbles
together.
"Comfy?" I said as I leaned over to kiss him and play with his
cock.

The story continues in Part Four

30.09.02

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